Shether Lyrics - Remy Ma

Nicki Minaj & Remy Ma] 

Free Remy! 

(Word) 

You know what? Free Remy! 

Fuck you, Free Remy! 

(Fuck Nicki Minaj!) 

Are you dumb? 

You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) 

You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?) 

(Fuck Nicki Minaj!) 

Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, bitch? 

(Fuck Nicki Minaj!) 

(I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER 

(Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you 

(Not) Lipo your ass and belly 

(Lose) I prove you lost already 

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They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha! 

I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass 

It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass 

Talkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb as 

You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass 

Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run? 

Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns 

When the only shot you ever took was in your buns 

And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped 

He couldn't fuck you for three months 

Because your ass dropped 

Now I don't think y'all understand how bad her ass got 

The implants that she had put in her ass popped 

I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box? 

Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top? 

Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?" 

He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop 

You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed 

But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune 

Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves 

Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens 

Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid," 

But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunist 

Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit 

Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit 

But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit 

Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with? 

And we all know it was a beef that you started 

Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch retarded 

Now you gotta die, you dearly departed 

Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red carpet 

Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts 

Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards 

Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie 

Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi? 

After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci? 

Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie 

And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap 

The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap 

No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter 

And that's why this is my house; Flo Rida 

Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin' 

And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin' 

You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry 

You can't get her online without Safaree 

Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond 

Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz 

Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro 

I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes 

They gassin' you up, but you been on E, though 

"Pills and Potions," yep, you been on E, hoe 

Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit 

Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, bitch 

I'm supposed to be scared 

'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back? 

I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped 

Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach 

Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack 

I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj? 

I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage 

I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie 

I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte 

Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge 

Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage 

You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch 

Only the kids believe in you; you St. Nick 

Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand it 

I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon 

How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood? 

Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?" 

That's Hannah Montana, she was always happy 

You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry 

Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough 

Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up 

I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me 

Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me 

You said you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B? 

Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bully 

You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie 

'Cause you was suckin' his dick 

And now he tired of your nookie 

You claimed you never fucked Drake 

Now that's where you took me 

You fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie? 

Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie 

To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy 

And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal 

Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic 

Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it 

Any videos, promotions come out of your budget 

Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it 

You make, like, 35 cents off of each ducat 

I own my masters, bitch, independent 

So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten 

Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him 

You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss like Rem 

You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet 

Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet 

I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch 

Talkin' shit about me to a deaf bitch 

And usually I have sympathy for the impaired 

But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea 

But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl 

When she the one out here misleadin' the black girls? 

All these fake asses influenced by that girl 

Dyin' from botched surgeries—what a sad world! 

But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob 

Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum squad 

And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz 

Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj 

You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul 

How you spendin' money to support a pedophile? 

He a walkin' dead man, sendin' threats to him 

I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken 

Talkin' about your money long and your foreign sick 

Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from forensics? 

You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick 

Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick 

Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants 

We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants 

Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers 

Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers 

VH1, watch this 

You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch 

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Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me 

That's on the set! 

You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record 

You tried it on your little freestyle 

They was both duds, just like every other one was duds 

Just like this last one was a dud 

But what you not gonna do is keep subbin' me 

Big... Pun! 

I send a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch! 

Will not lose!